Chapter Thirty
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Gold“We must check the living quarters,” Aurora commanded, a wild madness rippling like ocean waves in her blue eyes.
I didn't require telling twice and shot through the doorway that led to the bedchambers. I left Aurora to do as she wished for there was but one room on my mind. It was to the door at the corridor end that I ran, the ice walls passing in slow motion as though not moving at all. My fear mounted with each slippery step, hopes mingled with apprehension, as the blood of the Nordic people lay strewn around me. Every surface from the ice floor to glasslike ceiling had been desecrated by a new bright crimson coating. The Nordics had not gone down without a fight, and I wondered whom could have caused such mayhem? Blood still dripped from overhead splashing up
